pulling off with a lingering swipe of his tongue and a sly grin.
“Fuck...” Snod sighed, limp and sweating, panting openly. His cock was still hard, the very air hitting
it feeling unbearable, and his hole was oddly pulsing in the wake of his climax.
Frankie snaked his way up to wrap Snod’s lips up in a heated kiss, his mind alive with warm and
lovely thoughts.
I can’t wait to make love to you...
Snod became almost frantic hearing those words, sucking at Frankie’s lips and tongue, wrapping his
legs around his waist and clawing at his shoulders.
Yes, yes, yes, now, right now, fuck me, fuck me up, what the fuck am I saying, just do it, I need it...
Humming as he spread the lube between them with attentive strokes, Frankie kissed away Snod’s
tears and sweat, murmuring softly, “Are you ready?”
“Yes,” Snod croaked, staring intently into Frankie’s bright eyes, every fiber of his being consumed
with a raw need. “Yes... please...”
“Here, like this,” Frankie urged, rolling Snod onto his side and stretching out behind him. Frankie
remained propped up on an elbow, kissing Snod’s shoulder.
Snod was arching his hips back, suddenly aware of how empty he felt without Frankie’s fingers and
the insatiable need to be filled was overpowering. He nodded, grabbing onto the pillow beneath his
head, whispering roughly, “I’m ready.”
Frankie eased Snod’s legs apart, guiding him to bend one knee. The head of his cock was pushing
against Snod’s hole, rubbing there softly, but not yet trying to penetrate.
Snod closed his eyes, clenching his jaw. Frankie’s cock felt so slick; he was surprised how sensitive
the tissue was down there to detect such a thing. He held his breath, waiting for Frankie to move.
“Relax,” Frankie urged, kissing Snod’s neck. “If you don’t, it’s going to really hurt.” He lightly trailed
his fangs along Snod’s pulse, his hunger hot and palpable. “I’m going to feed from you... it’ll help.”
Snod leaned his head back, his mouth parting in a loud gasp as Frankie’s teeth pressed into his throat.
He allowed every muscle in his body to turn to sweet goo, Frankie’s arm sliding around his chest to
hold him steady as he surrendered himself completely.
It was only then that he could feel Frankie’s cock starting to slip inside of him. There was no
immediate discomfort, but it seemed awkward and out of place. Frankie was still drinking from him
in small sips, keeping Snod distracted while he pushed in deeper.
